Notes

four

"so you just... you said he's cute, and he didn't react?" tyler quirks an eyebrow, and troye shrugs.

"troye, i had high hopes for you and him. maybe he doesn't think of you in the way you want him to..." he trails off, and troye holds up a hand.

"tyler, i really like him, first of all."

"honey, i know. i'm pretty sure the whole school knows except him!" tyler sasses, making troye laugh. he loves when he's sassy.

"yeah-uh... bethany has suspicions." troye murmurs, tyler almost not catching it.

"oh god, psycho bitch knows? we're screwed." tyler fakes dying, making troye laugh. "she's not that bad!" troye tries to defend her.

"she told me i look like ellen fucking degeneres. not that that's an insult, it's just the way she said my queen's name." tyler groans, making troye laugh.

"okay, okay. connor said she's annoying, but that's like... the worst i know."

"well, we'll make her show her true colours, then connor will break up with her!" tyler schemes, making troye roll his eyes.

"tyler, if she's that bad, why would connor be with her?" troye wonders, making tyler shrug.

"well, remember freshman year? he came in here looking like a mess."

"a hot mess." troye says dreamily, remembering connor's fetus days, his bowl hair cut and horrible braces. thank god for puberty.

most people hit puberty, but connor franta beat the shit out of it.

"listen, honey. you've gotta do something." tyler says, and troye blushes. "well... i have been putting uh... notes in his locker."

"kinky." tyler says, sipping his soda, making troye choke on his.

"jesus tyler! why is everything kinky to you?" troye moans, making tyler laugh. "i am a kinky hoe, okay?" the blonde raises an eyebrow, flipping his imaginary hair.

"anyways, what do these notes say?" tyler asks, making troye blush a little. "oh- y'know, just... how cute he is, and how i want to kiss him..." tyler chortles.

"are these notes anonymous or are you signing your name?"

"my middle name." troye confirms, making tyler sigh.

"you need to be careful, y'know?"

"of course i know that. i'm not going to do anything stupid."

"troye, i'm gonna be blunt here, but it was kind of stupid to fall for the most popular, straight, and not to mention taken guy in the school."

"he isn't straight. he had a boyfriend. listen, i can't say much, these are our private conversations and i don't know if he wants people to know."

"tro, who else am i going to tell? it's just me and you."

"me and you." troye confirms.

the two clink their sodas, as if confirming their deal.

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"connor, come on baby. i know you want this." bethany purrs, hovering over her boyfriend's muscular body.

"bethany, i... i uh..." he struggles, trying to think of a good lie. "i am saving myself for marriage." he rushes out, and she sits up from kissing his neck, mouth agape and hair messed up.

"y-you what?" she gasps, and she moves off from on top of him. "i-i need some time to think." she whispers, as she puts back on her crop top over her white lacy bra.

"babe, wait!" connor calls. but he's too late, she's already gone. so, he calls troye.

"troye? hi do you want to meet up somewhere?"

"hey connor franta, yes i would love to, something bothering you?"

"i-uh... i'll tell you when i see you."

"where should we meet?"

"mario's?"

"i've never been there."

"i'll pick you up."

and with that, he hangs up the phone, grabbing his keys and wallet, sliding his phone into his back pocket.

-
"hey tro."

"is that my new nickname?" troye muses, a smirk playing on his lips as he buckles his seat belt.

"so, what happened?" troye asks seriously, looking at connor with a sincere expression on his face.

"w-well... bethany and i... she wants to have sex." connor begins, making troye choke a little.

"you okay?" connor asks, as he begins to drive. "me? oh, yeah. totally fine. just some spit, y'know?"

truthfully, troye just didn't want to talk to connor about his sex life with his girlfriend.

"not to be rude, connor, but didn't you tell me you're gay?" troye inquires, making connor tense.

"i... i don't know. i thought i was bi. but i don't know anymore. my boyfriend, all we did was hug, hold hands, cuddle every now and then."

troye feels a smile forming on his lips, and he tries to suppress it, but he can't hide the fond expression.

"so, you've never actually... kissed a guy?" troye asks.

"nope, only girls." he confirms.

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A/N
Hey peaches! Just as promised, a nice long chap! I really like this chapter, so make sure to give it a vote ;) xoxo

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